I can’t believe this. The gig feels like a gift from the gods, or maybe a cruel practical joke that one of my friends is playing on me. I feel like George Bailey in It’s a Wonderful Life—I was just about to jump when an angel appeared. Ryan, my new agent, is that angel. He’s my Clarence. God bless you, Ryan. I talk to Alec Berg. We hit it off. The show gets renewed. Ryan negotiates my deal.
